Carlie Neary

11%
Flag icon
I wanted to give him my name. For some reason, my body felt drawn to him. Like a moth to a light. But I’d grown up with one of those bug zappers on my porch as a child, and I knew what happened when those little fuckers got too close to the light.
Carlie Neary
The writing is just so good
Twisted Glass
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview